#coloured an older drawing and tried some new things

[ralucus]

the whole world in my hands

[thestuffedalligator]

The thing was a mound of flesh and mottled skin, as big as a barn and the shape of a pumpkin. Four tentacles as thick as trees hung limp at its sides; teeth ringed the gaping mouth at the top of its head like a crown.

A huge, sad whale eye the colour of wine stared at the knight. She could see her reflection in the jelly surface.

“We don’t know what it is,” she heard. “Some kind of monster that makes a perfect copy of whatever it eats. They think that was how the Dark Lord made his armies, feeding his minions to it so that it would make hundreds of copies of them. Do you recognize it?”

The knight opened her mouth. She hesitated. “Yeah,” she murmured, drawing out the word. “We found it in the Dark Lord’s tower, right?”

“That’s right. That’s where it ate you.”

The knight turned around and looked at her other reflection. This one appeared to be about ten years older, and had doffed her armor for a loose blue tunic and breeches.

She was holding a cup of tea. She had pressed another cup into the knight’s hand when she woke up here. It had been a shock finding herself suddenly out the obsidian dungeons of the Dark Lord’s tower and into this tall room of stone and straw. The warmth of it in her hands steadied her a bit.

“Everyone else in the party was worried, but then it started making copies of you,” the copy went on, staring up at the tentacled thing. “And all of the copies helped fight against the Dark Lord, and we won, and peace was restored across the land, but then nobody could figure out how to kill the damn thing or just to make it stop. Dozens of copies of us in a day, hundreds in a week, and then someone decided that the only thing we could do is just bring the thing here, seal it off and hope it starved to death.”

She sipped her tea. “Anyways, that was two-hundred years ago and it’s slowed down a bit. It can only make a new copy of us every few weeks now.”

The knight looked down into her tea. The copy had also draped a blanket over her shoulders.

“I have so many questions,” she said.

“I figured.”

“How can it be two-hundred years? I can still remember breaking into the tower. That feels like it was just minutes ago.”

“It was, basically. Your brain is a perfect copy of the original you’s brain at the exact moment she was eaten.”

“But the quest is just — done?”

“Yep. You missed some of the things that needed tying up afterward. There was a war, and a dragon, and some business about a ring.” She waved a hand. “It was before my time. Things are pretty settled now.”

“My parents?”

“Passed away about a hundred-and-fifty years ago. I’ve been told that they were very proud.”

The knight nodded. “Um. I don’t know if you know — we had an elf in our party—”

“I’m aware.”

“I — right. Obviously. Um. It’s just, after everything was done, I was going to ask her—”

“One of us did. She said yes. She outlived her. A couple of us have tried to reach out since then, but she wants to be left alone for a while.”

The knight considered this. “Uh — right,” she said eventually. Her fingers tightened around the tea cup. “Um. What do I do now?”

Her older copy shrugged. She had let her hair grow out again, the knight noticed. There were a few strands of grey against the black. “That’s up to you, I’m afraid,” she said. “A lot of us are finding work as soldiers and sellswords. We’ve done it for so long that most armies know we’re reliable and don’t tend to turn one of us away. Most of us are just sort of spreading out, wandering the world. Some of us keep in touch.”

The knight frowned. “What do you do?”

Her copy paused, tea cup half raised to her lips. “Sorry?”

“You said it only makes a new copy every few weeks now. So you just stay here and wait for a new one to show up?”

She lowered the cup. “Well,” she said. “I guess I just — I know what it can be like, waking up here in the dark, and it — it can be horrible trying to figure all of this out on your own.

“So I thought that what I’d do is just stay here with a pot of tea, and whenever I see myself again, I tell her that — that she’s not alone.”

“We aren’t?”

“Of course not. We’re all in this together, you know.”

[luveline]

Hi, love! Hope you’re well <3

Could we perhaps have some more single dad Spencer? I miss him and Amanda so much

tysm lovely❤️❤️ —Spencer misses you when he’s not working, so Amy tries to fix that. fem, 1.8k

Spencer thinks about quitting the BAU, sometimes. It was all he ever knew how to do for a long, long time, and the work is important. He’s not too shy to say they need him. 

When someone else needs you more, you start to wonder if work is all there is. 

“And… kiss!” 

Spencer scrunches his eyes closed as Amy leans across to kiss his cheek. She’s decided that every time they finish a drawing, they should kiss. Spencer’s enjoying it very much. 

“Good job,” he says, “that was your best one yet.” 

“I’m getting good at bugs.” 

To their left, they have opened a huge copy of The Modern Encyclopaedia of Bugs: Insects, Arachnids, and Myriapods. Spencer has purchased many, many books in his life, and this was somehow the fifth most expensive, but it’s worth it, because it’s what Amy likes. She loves laying down on her stomach with a pack of art crayons and drawing the intricate details of each creature. She is, as she said, getting very good at bugs. 

“I meant the kiss,” he says, leaning forward to tuck her hair behind her ears, mousy brown like his, twice as soft. “But the drawings are amazing every time.” 

“If I… if I draw this one for Y/N, do you think she’ll like it?” 

“She loves everything you draw her, baby,” he says softly, stroking another stray hair behind her ears. If she wasn’t so busy colouring the leg of a spider in concentrated strokes, he’d pull her into his lap for a cuddle. 

“I’m not a baby.” 

“You’re my baby,” he says, and she is. Spencer Reid has a kid. Who’d ever think it? 

The older she gets the more right it feels. He’s a dad. He was always meant to be one to Amy. 

“Amy, can I have a cuddle, please?” he asks softly. It’s fine if she says no. 

She throws her nice crayons down immediately. Usually he wouldn’t say anything, but they’re a gift from his mom, so he says, “Be gentle with your things,” as she climbs over her paper pad and the encyclopaedia to land in his lap. 

“So they’ll last longer,” she says.

He wraps his arms around her in a solid hug. “Exactly. The kinder we are to our stuff, the longer it lasts. That’s why–”

“Why you’re nice to your body,” she finishes for him. “Dad, I know.” 

“You know everything.” He closes his eyes and breathes her in. Amy’s hair smells like lavender kids shampoo, her clothes like detergent. They stood in the softener aisle and Spencer, on his knees to match her height, took down bottles for them to smell the caps one at a time until they found the best one, settling on apple blossom and jasmine. “You smell nummy.” 

Amy rubs her face into his chest. “What do I smell like?” 

“Really clean.” 

“So when I’m dirty, I smell yucky.” 

“You don’t ever smell yucky,” he mumbles, relishing the weight of her in his arms. “Oooh,” —he grabs her under the arms and ushers her right into his neck— “my Amy, I’m so happy to be home. I missed you sooo much this week.” 

“But you’re home next week.” 

Spencer has started consulting more and going on cases less. He’s glad to do it, he can afford it, and Amy will never be any younger. He’s never been happier balancing work and family, except… 

He used to see you everyday. It’s fine, he’ll choose Amy every time, but he wishes he didn’t have to, because he’s starting to miss you too. 

“I’m home,” he says. “For the next sixteen days. Maybe longer, if they don’t need me then. Hey, tonight, I was thinking we’d go swimming.” 

Amy makes a strange noise. “Um, well maybe not tonight.” 

“Are you kidding? You love swimming.” 

“I know, but I don’t want to go tonight.” 

“Why not, angel? We can get your pool noodle and the paddle boards.” He lets his nose wrinkle. “Is it your swimsuit? I guess we haven’t got a new one in a long time. We can go shopping first. We can go now, if you want to.” 

“Daddy, I asked Y/N to come over.” 

Spencer laughs. “What?” 

“I texted her.” 

Spencer realises she isn’t joking and holds her away from him. “You what?” 

“You left your phone in the bathroom,” she says defensively, her eyes on his shirt, “and I was washing my hands and it was boring and I thought you maybe missed her.” 

“How could you know that?” Spencer asks. 

“Because you talk about her lots, dad.” She shrugs. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry! No, no, it’s okay, it’s nice of you to think about me. That’s really kind.” Still, his stomach hurts thinking about it. “Did she… text you back?” 

“She said she’s coming over.” 

“She did?” Spencer asks. “Did she say when?” 

“She said five thirty.” 

Spencer checks his watch and feels his heart drop. “Oh my god.” He gets up with Amy in his arms, rushing to the mirror to see them both in their pajama’d disarray. “Oh my god! We need to get dressed. Amy, we need to brush our hair.” 

Spencer panics harder than he needs to, but seeing you in fifteen minutes when he thought he might not for another two weeks is stressful. He decides Amy will have to wear new pyjamas, that he’s going to have to put on jeans, and that both of them could have used a shower to tame the mess of their hair, his curly, hers fine. He sprays hers with detangler generously, brushes gently, and plops her in front of the air conditioning unit plugged into the window to dry. He’s barely raked a hand through his own hair when the door is being knocked. 

He can’t help squinting unhappily at Amy. She’s totally set him up. 

She smiles back, and he feels awful for not smiling too. 

“Amy, can you give me more warning next time?” he asks, crossing their living room to the front door. 

She smiles wider. “Yes!” 

“Okay, thank you.” 

He thinks, Ouch, I’m not very nice, then thinks Why would she do this to me? before settling on, Everything's okay. Amy didn’t really do anything wrong, Spencer isn’t mad at her, and you’re waiting on the other side of the door to see them. 

You smile on the stoop —how lucky is Spencer to have all these pretty girls smiling at him?— and adjust your bag over your shoulder, the cloth tote bag hooked on your elbow slipping and sliding with a rustle. 

“Hello!” you say. “Where’s the little lady?” 

“Hello!” Amy calls. “I’m by the air conditioner trying to get dry!” 

Spencer lets you in. You nod your head gratefully and put your bags on the sideboard, dumping your keys in the bowl beside his, and offering your now empty arms for a hug. “Hello,” you say, “you smell good.” 

Spencer panics. “You smell good.” Your arrival has brought the smell of Chinese food, and your jacket smells like perfume. 

“Dad says I smell good too.” 

You part from Spencer gently to bend down, meeting Amy at her height, arms out to offer a hug. “I bet you do. Hi, lovely girl, I haven’t seen you in too long.” 

You lean into her with care. Spencer suspects you think she’s much more breakable than she is, but you’re sweet about it regardless, giving her back a good rub and humming happily when she hugs you back. She’s way less careful. 

“Don’t strangle her, Amy.”

You pretend to choke. Amy laughs like a fiend. 

“I missed you,” Amy says. 

“Oh, sweetheart, I missed you too.” Spencer knows how good that must feel. “Can I get a good look at you?” 

Amy springs away to pose. Her damp hair kisses her shoulders, her pants hide her dirtied socks. Spencer forgets that he wants to impress you and instead sees how cute she is, laughing to himself as she does a swift spin and slips into the side of the couch. 

“Spence, she looks so much like you,” you say, grinning. “Don’t you think so?” You catch Amy’s eye. “You’re gorgeous! Can I see another one of those spins?” 

Amy spins. You nudge Spencer in the hip. “I brought dinner like you asked.” 

Spencer covers his face. “Was I polite?” he asks cautiously. 

“You said can I please have my favourite Chinese food and can I please have a soda,” you say, laughing, so at least it’s clear who was really texting you, “so yes, you were very polite.” 

“I don’t know what got into me.” 

“Guess you really, really, really missed me or something.” 

He loves Amy, and he wishes the wood floors beneath you would eat him whole; while it may be obvious that Amy’s posed as her father on the phone, it’s also clear that you, as a profiler, seem to have made assumptions as to why Amy would text you in the first place. 

“It’s okay,” you say, watching Amy as she races to her sketching papers and the encyclopaedia, “I really, really, really missed you too. Even though it’s only been two days. Did you get taller?” 

“No.” He gets the distinct sense that he’s getting flirted with, but he also doesn’t understand the compliment. “Same height, why?” 

“Feel like this is taking much more effort than usual,” you say, your hand on his shoulder as you lift your chin to kiss his cheek. 

Spencer follows you on instinct, not to kiss you or anything, but your elbow in his hand, almost begging for another. 

“Oh, no,” Amy says. 

Spencer feels your elbow but remembers himself, and raises his head. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asks, scouring her for injuries where she stands in front of you both, her drawing in hand. 

“Now you gave Y/N cooties.” 

Spencer blushes worse. “Oh, I didn’t kiss her! And I don’t have cooties, do I? I give you kisses all the time!” 

“You’re my dad,” she says. “But you’re a boy.” 

You pat him on his warm cheek. “He’s a boy, sure, but he’s not gonna give me cooties, don’t worry. I’m not here to see daddy, anyways,” you say, though your hand on his shoulder rubbing softly hints otherwise, “I’m here to see you. Let’s have our spring rolls before they get soggy, yes? Yum!” 

Spencer wants you to stay for much more than dinner, but dinner’s a good start. He swoops Amy up to carry her to the kitchen table —she’s such a babe, she deserves princess treatment only.  

“Kiss?” Amy asks. 

“Thought I had cooties?” he asks.

“Daaaad. I was joking.” And she wasn’t joking, but Amy gets her kiss.

[enwoso]

i have a request for awfc x teen reader

basically reader is quite a shy and anxious person who hates getting in trouble so they never speak up and always do as they’re told, even if it negatively impacts impacts them in some way e.g. helping clear up at the end of training even if it means they miss their bus home and have to walk. r also doesn’t talk much and therefore hasn’t made any friends on the team as they’re so shy. one of the older players (maybe kim or viv?) notice this and take reader under their wing to try and bring them out of their shell. basically just a very cute fluffy fic

your not alone | arsenal wfc

i feel like this doesn’t really flow the way i wanted it to so soz if it’s choppy but enjoy!

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north london was were you lived, but it wasn’t home. home was in the north, nearly four hours away from london in manchester. that was home.

not london where you didn’t know anyone, where you were all alone at a new team.

and it wasn’t that you disliked north london, the people were actually quite nice and some days it was actually a lot warmer than living in the north. but nothing compared to being home in manchester. where your friends were, your family, your childhood club.

you in some way felt like you had been abandoned, you’d been let to go by man city your childhood club. a club you thought you’d be at until you retired but they didn’t even fight for you when arsenal put the deal in, they let you go as if you meant nothing to the club.

meaning when your first day at arsenal came around, you closed yourself off to everyone. you were already a pretty shy person to begin with but now trying to talk to you was like trying to draw blood out of a stone — impossible.

you kept yourself to yourself, and made sure you stayed out of trouble. helping the coaches tidy up after training even though it meant you missed the last bus that went past your apartment which would mean you would have to do the thirty minute walk back.

you would stay and watch were you could improve your game even though it meant you were pushing your self far too hard and then getting frustrated when you didn’t see the progress you wanted to see.

the team had began to notice your behaviour and had tried their best to involve you in everything possible but you were having none of it.

the most any of the girls had heard you talk was a light hum just acknowledge the person so it didn’t seem like you were being rude.

“we need y/n to be fully apart of the team as i think she feels like she is still and outsider” kim said thinking out loud as they watched you help the coaches pack up for the evening. picking up the coloured cones as you hummed on to whatever the coach was saying. you weren’t much of a talker.

“does she always do that?” leah asked as she looked towards kim and beth who nodded.

“she always offers, just like she always offers to fill everyone’s waters and other little things around the facility’s it’s like she does it just so she can avoid us” beth raised her eyebrows as the three took another glance over to you.

“i’ve tried just talking to her but she not really full of words” kim sighs as leah nods she had tried too along with a few others but nobody could seem to get more than a hum or a small smile out of you.

“she’s just a kid, it’s gotta be hard for her getting let go by her childhood club like she meant nothing and then to be in a place miles from her family, it’s natural that she’s not gonna be comfortable around us” viv butted in after hearing the trio talk about you, a few sympathetic nods being done from the three.

viv had been amongst those who had tried to talk to you, she hadn’t gotten many words from you but instead of asking the usual questions of how you finding london which made you want to scream every single time someone asked you as you had run out of ways to lie and say you were loving it.

instead viv asked about you wanting to know you on a personal level not just on the outside and what would be the obvious to ask.

“like leah cmon imagine how heartbroken you’d be if arsenal let you go after being here for so many years-“ viv pointed out as leah hummed feeling her heart pang a little. her blood was arsenal and she doesn’t think her heart would be able to handle if she was playing for another team.

“okay first of don’t put that in the open, but i can’t even begin to imagine what she’s feeling” a sad smile rushed over leah’s features as viv nodded.

“exactly”

“why don’t you take her under your wing vivvy, she’s said in countless interviews that she looks up to you. so i’m sure if there’s anyone who would be able to crack her shell it would be you-“ beth put the idea into the open, now viv wasn’t opposed to the idea but she also didn’t want to overwhelm you cause that could push you further from the team.

“i’ll try”

the next day had came and gone, viv had been watching you throughout the day trying to pick the best time to chat to you but a good time never seem to come around. viv telling herself tomorrow she would do it

viv had stayed late to chat with the physio about her knee, the rest of the team long gone as training had finished already. well so she thought.

“hey kleintje what you doing here so late? training finished an hour ago?” viv asked as you looked up from your phone, you were watching your few minutes from the last match you played. analysing each pass, each touch, each movement to see what you could work on next.

“missed my bus” you mumbled very quietly viv almost missed what you said. viv nodded to herself as she took a seat next to you on the bench peering over slightly at what you were concentrating so hard on.

“that’s a stupid thing to do” viv blurted out, immediately regretting it when your head snapped up with a puzzled look on your face, a frown flashing across your lips.

“well cause all you doing is focusing on the negatives” viv shrugged as you still held the same look on your face, “like don’t get me wrong it’s helpful but i bet you, you have twice as many negatives in your head than positive things you did in the match” viv continued as you slowly nodded, she wasn’t exactly wrong.

“but how will i know how to get better if i don’t focus on what needs to be improved?” you asked quietly, your phone falling into your lap. viv was a little shocked, not by the question but by the fact that you hadn’t just hummed at her.

“cause you end up focusing on trying to get the bad better that the what was good starts to get bad and you enter a cycle that you can’t get out of” viv explains as you do your signature hum, you weren’t just thinking about football now.

you were thinking about how your life had changed in the past months and how much you had focused on the bad and never gave it a second thought about what was good.

“so your saying i should focus on the positives?” you trailed off staring into the distance in front of you as viv nodded, not that you saw it.

“yeah, your not alone y/n. we’re a team. we’re here to help you” viv pointed out, “and that’s not just with your football skills either” she lightly bumped your shoulder with hers a smile tugged at your lips nodding alone to what viv was telling you.

“thanks viv” you smiled sincerely, you felt as though your eyes had really been opened and you hadn’t have your self a chance at your new chapter, you hadn’t gave london a chance yet.

“no problem kleintje, now come on let’s get you home. it’s getting late”

it had been a few weeks since the conversation between kim, leah, beth and viv and progress had definitely been made. viv had managed to take you under her wing, showing you the ropes introducing you slowly to others so that it didn’t overwhelm you.

you had started to come out your shell more, you didn’t sit by yourself anymore at lunch or on the bus.

instead you’d found yourself sitting steph and kyra for lunch as you discussed your dream holiday of one day going to australia as they gave you recommendations as well as promising that when you do finally go they will happily be your tour guides.

and on the bus during away day you’d found yourself sitting with lotte quite a few times, the way she spoke was similar to viv it was wise words and someone you could listen to for a while as well as lotte being able to sit and listen to you and give you good advice if you truly needed it.

it was game day today, as you walked into the ground with viv. having gotten a ride from viv and beth to save you from having to get the bus. beth had spotted steph and leah in front, running off towards them.

“so do you think london could start to be home?” viv asked, her heart beating a little harder as she asked the question. the topic of london being your home still being very raw.

“it’s becoming home, it’s not quite there yet-“ you paused as some worry came over viv as she began to stutter.

“-but i think it will be home” you finished with a smile as you looked up at viv a sigh of relief coming over her as she swung her arm around your shoulder pulling you in a little tighter for a side hug.

“kleintje you had me worried for a minute but i’m glad your starting to feel more comfortable here, just remember your not alone. we’re a team for a reason” viv nudged you as you nodded taking in every word viv told you as you walked into the stadium.

“got it”

“anyways are you excited about your first start? imagine you score-“ viv said with a hopeful look as you slightly shook your head. you were happy about the start but scoring wasn’t the main focus of today. you were just happy to be getting minutes instead of the scrappy ten final minutes you were used to at the moment.

“excited, nervous? the goal won’t happen though so don’t get you hopes up” you dismissed as viv rolled her eyes playfully opening a door for you to go through.

“gotta have the belief kleintje!”

and maybe somewhere you had some belief cause that’s exactly what happened. you scored your first goal for arsenal, when the ball hit the net you froze. you were expecting for it to go over but when it didn’t you didn’t know what to do.

reality was brought back to you when you were surrounded by your teammates who were lifting you up in a circle as the crowd cheered. a big smile on your face as you looked around spotting vividly on the bench and sending her a knowing look as you tapped the your chest where the arsenal badge was. viv giving you a knowing nod that she understood.

your teammates lifted you down back onto the ground as they all patted you on the back or the head as you soaked up the moment a little longer walking back to your starting position.

“we’re so proud of you, our superstar!”

“get in y/n”

looking around and seeing the fans chanting and having a good time it felt for the first time since you made the big move you felt like you weren’t alone, these people that you were lucky enough to call your teammates and friends were your new family.

and maybe just maybe arsenal and north london was your new home and you weren’t mad at the idea.

in fact you loved the idea.

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[briefalpacashark]

~Cowboys and Men~ Part One ~

Synopsis : The 141 have to play cowboys.

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You sat along with the other boys of the 141 as you stared at Laswell. She had just delivered the news of your next mission.

“Well shit,” you grin widely. Why? The mission was right up your alley. You had personal experience practically having grown up in the thick of it. The boys, however. You were almost certain that none of them had even come close to anything like it.

The mission. Going undercover in an American rodeo. 

“So you want us to play cowboy?” Price asked.

“That’s right. Long enough till you find this guy and bring him in,” she stated tapping her knuckle on a photo of the target. An older man with a grim surrounded by gray hair and a killer mustache.

“Y/N you'll be the one participating in the rodeo. The boys will be your team,” Laswell explained simply. 

“Her team?” Jonny asked, jabbing his thumb at you. “Why can't I be the horse rider huh?” he asked.

“Can you ride a horse?” Laswell asked.

“Well no, canne be hard, can it?” his question had you chuckling.

“Its an invite only event, we've got a contact. You'll head out tomorrow to show him what you got. He'll slot you in where he can,” Laswell focused on you as she spoke.

“Sure thing boss,” you nodded.

“Honestly Laswell, I think I could do a pretty good job,” Jonny stated.

“The fact that you think a rodeo only involves horses proves how unqualified you are for it,” You stated.

“And you are?” Jonny asked.

“I grew up in the saddle of a horse, mate. You're looking at a genuine drover,” you gestured to your body with a smirk.

“The fuck is a drover?” Jonny asked the rest of the team. Gaz simply shrugged.

“Alright dismissed,” Laswell said. 

You were quickly dispatched to the good old US of A. You were dropped off in a random field via helicopter. Your team walked up to two men on horseback. The one on the left was tall and buff with golden hair to die for. The other was slightly shorter and stubbier. But they both had one thing in common. They looked like genuine cowboys. Hats and everything.

“Howdy!” Jonny called with a terrible American accent.

“Fucken hell,” you chuckled, shaking your head.

“Forgive him. He's hit his head a few too many times,” Price stated.

“That stunt his growth too?” The blond asked. Your laugh broke through your lips as Jonny’s smile fell.

“The one you just shut up is Soap, that's Gaz, Ghost. I’m Bravo and that’s Doc.” he pointed you all out the cowboys, tipping their hat’s to you.

“Ma’am, I heard you're the only one with experience in the saddle,” the smile the blond gave you was slightly flirtatious.

“Since I was two. Grew up on a cattle station over in Australia,” You stated walking up to him to give them both a firm handshake.

“How could you choose the military life over one in the saddle?” he asked.

“Plan to get back to it one day,” you said your attention being grabbed by his horse that tried to nibble your jacket.

“He's gorgeous. Mustang?” You asked, reaching up to brush his nose.

“Yes Ma’am,” he nodded. “Care for a ride?” he asked with a wink. You chuckled at his obvious flirting attempt.

“Sorry mate. Not planning in hoping in any saddle that aint my own,” you said, giving the horse a pat.  

“Alright, well, this is Sam, my name's Aurthur,” he stated.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Price stated spoke up drawing the attention off you. 

“Pleasures all ours, Come on by the looks of you, it seems like we've got some work to do,” he stated.

“Work of what?” Gaz asked.

“To make you a lot cowboys,” he said with a grin.

First order of business, if you were to pass for cowboys, you had to look the part. Aurthur generously offered to take you all shopping. Your choice was quick, picked out for practicality. A simple light blue button up. A pair of denim jeans, a comfortable pair of boots and your old hat. You pulled the beat up looking thing out of your bag. It was your simple cattleman hat shape, in a dusty brown colour. It was scuffed and dirty, but it was yours. Setting it atop your head, you smiled at the familiar feeling. Slipping on the dark leather jacket, you fixed the collar before stepping out of the changing room.

“Look out,” Jonny stated from their allocated seats, all gathered in front of the changing rooms.

“So how do I look?” You asked, giving them a little pose.

“Like one hell of a rider,” Aurthur spoke up.

“So so,” Gaz tilted his hand back and forth.

“Oh yeah, let's see you do better,” you said tauntingly.

“Watch a master at work,” Gaz stated. You all waited for his outfit choice. When he stepped out you almost died of laughter. Tassels, tassels and fringe everywhere. On his head sat a bright red Tom Mix hat.

“What you don't think it's good?” he asked jokingly. 

“You look like you'll fly away in a light breeze,” Jonny joked.

“Eat shit soap,” Gaz flipped him off.

“Nah, I'll show you how it's done,” Jonny spoke up. Yells of shock sounded from you all as he walked out in a pair of assless chaps. Only they weren't assless. In fact you saw a lot of ass due to the fact that Jonny only wore the chaps. Nothing else. He held a small bowler's hat in front of his privates as he pretended to act confused. He turned around, giving you a clear view of his rosy red cheeks.

“Fucken hell,” you chuckled, tipping your hat down to cover your gaze.

“You know, I don't think I put these on in the right order,” he stated. Even the Price cracked a chuckle or two.

“Might get a rash ridding a saddle like that,” Ghost stated.

“I like it,” you said. Jonny gave you a wink.

“Come on Captain,” Jonny encouraged Price when his ass was contained again. 

Price walked out in a good pairing. A deep red button up, a pair of jeans, some lovely light brown boots, a light brown fleece jacket and a white brick shaped hat. 

“Captain my captain,” You whistled.

“Where did you find that fashion sense cap?” Ghost asked.

“Quiet you,” Price warned playfully.

“You know those videos where a baby sees their dad with their beard shaved for the first time and they just break out crying,” You asked. Jonny hummed in acknowledgment.

“I feel like that with that hat he's wearing,” you whispered. Jonny chuckled.

“Alright Ghost your turn,” Jonny said slapping Ghost shoulder. Ghost slowly moved his eyes from the captain to Jonny daring him to hit him again.

“Alright, be that way grumpy,” Jonny muttered. “Guess it's my turn again,” he stated. With your help, Jonny walked out in a tight black long sleeve shirt, a denim jacket and jeans. Black boots and a brown rolled brim with a puncher crown. He looked alright apart from the obviously large belt buckle he wore. A picture of a bulls head engraved on it.

“Compensating?” you asked, nodding to the buckle, getting a bird flipped to you.

“At least his ass is covered this time,” Ghost grumbled. Gaz tried again, deciding on a cowboy version of a lumberjack. Plated shirt with a vest jacket, a dark blue pair of jenes and a black version of his original hat. 

“Careful Gaz, that shirt looks a little tight,” Jonny called.

“That's the point,” Gaz stated with a smirk flexing his biceps.

“They can try all they want. The look of a cowboy is something that comes naturally. A look, ma’am that if you'll let me say looks extremely good on you,” Arthur leaned down to whisper to you. You smirked, shrugging.

“I don't know, I think they're pulling it off,” you stated. You chuckled as Gaz tried to perform his best cowboy walk. Hand on his belt and slaughtering forward before making a gun motion with his hand. And Jonny, who pretended to slow motion, to doge said bullets.

“Yeah sure,” Arthur muttered, making you chuckle harder. As you continued to watch Gaz and Jonny make a fool of themselves, you failed to notice a certain pair of eyes set on you. 

“Careful Lieutenant, you glare any harder and he might just get the message,” Price smirked as he saw the slightly pissed expression hidden behind the skull mask.

“Don't know what you mean, sir,” Ghost grumbled before walking away. 

Noticing Ghost's missing presence, you went to look for him, finding him in front of the many hats on display.

“Having trouble choosing?” You asked, walking up to him.

“Any pointers?” he asked.

“Can't help you there. This was my uncle's hat. He lost it when I won a bet,” you said.

“But,” you trailed off, your eyes searching through the hats. You smiled, reaching out to grab one.

“Yeah, this one,” you said, placing it on his head. It was low and pinched a grayish black.

“Yeah, that suits you,” you stated simply with a satisfied nod before walking away. 

When you all returned to the ranch, Simon changed into his outfit. Black jeans, dark brown boots, a black leather jacket and dark grey button up. On his head sat the hat you chose, and he still wore his skull balaclava.

“Well hello handsome,” Jonny called as he walked out to you.

“Zip it Mc’tavish,” he grumbled. Jonny chuckled as he walked up to you. In the pen Arthur walked out a horse already saddled up. Spotting other ranchers gathering round to watch with eager grins, you quickly assessed what was happening. It was a bucking horse, or at least one they were trying to break.

“Alright, lesson one of being a cowboy. Staying on a horse that doesn't want you to stay on,” Arthur stated with a wide grin.

“Any volunteers?” he asked. You chuckled, shaking your head as Jonny raised his hand eagerly.

“Love the spirit scots, man. This here is Bessy,” Arthur said, gesturing him forward. You whipped your mouth as Jonny confidently made his way into the pen.

“Ello Bessy,” he smirked. 

“I'd say goodbye to your balls now Soap, while you have the chance,” you called out to him.

“Ah, away with ye. I'll be fine,” Jonny waved you off.

“He's gonna eat shit isn't he?” Ghost asked folding his arms over his chest.

“All five courses of it,” you chuckled, pulling yourself up to sit on the railings. 

“He has medical cover right?” you asked Price that only shock his head at his soldier stupidity.

“Alright Soap. hold on tight,” After Arthur gave him a basic run down and when Jonny was sat comfortable in the saddle did he stepped back.

“You're gonna set a timer, wanna make sure there is proof when I stay on longer than those bastards,” Jonny nodded back to you all, giving you a wide confident grin as the horse started to pad at the ground.

“Sure thing, champ,” Arthur grinned. “Go on, give her a kick,” he suggested casually, taking a few cautious steps back. 

“What like this?” Jonny asked, kicking his heels gently into her sides. 

You knew pigs couldn't fly, but Jonny sure could. One buck had the poor man was out of the saddle onto the horses ass, then the second buck had the man cartwheeling through the air before landing flat on his ass his legs split in front of him. You and Gaz was practically dying of laughter as Jonny rolled around in pain holding his manly jewels. After Jonny’s poor first display, the ranchers started to pass around bets. 

“Who's next?” Arthur asked, turning to you lot.

Gaz sat on the back of Bessy looking like he was about to shit himself.

“Ok what do I do?” he asked shakily.

“Hold on,” Arthur stated simply.

“I know that, but I don't know the first thing about horses. Do do I pat it?” he asked.

“Sure, it probably won't do you any good though,” Arthur shrugged walking back.

“Come on Gaz,” you called encouragingly.

“I changed my mind, I want to get down,” Gaz stated. As he shifted his weight in the saddle, Bessy fell into a fit. Bucking and kicking like crazy. Gaz lasted about four seconds before he was bucked off. 

“This is bullshit,” Gaz grumbled, limping back to you trying to remove the dirt from his mouth. 

“Are the betting on us?” Jonny asked nodding to the growing group.

“There ranchers, this is probably the best entertainment they've had all week,” you stated.

“Yeah well they should stop,” Gaz grumbled.

“Why? They're actually betting in your favor,” you lied.

“Really?” he asked with a small grin of hope.

“No,” you chuckled, shaking your head, Gaz's smile instantly falling.

“Your acting way too high and mighty or this,” Gaz stated.

“I think I'm acting the right amount of high and mighty for my skills,” You shrugged.

“Skills we haven't seen yet,” Gaz grumbled.

“I don't need to prove anything,” you shrugged.

“Well, if ye so confident in yourself lass. How bout a wee little bet?” Jonny asked.

“Depends on what it is,” you smirked. With the smirk Jonny already knew you accepted the bet. 

“If anyone of us can last longer than you, you owe us all a week of sick leave,” Jonny put the offer forward. In the military you need a doctor's note or your medic's permission to have a sick day. Which was practically impossible to get. You don't abuse your power but you didn't put up with their bullshit either. So they only ever got sick leave when they were actually sick. And not a man cold either, they had to actually be sick.

“And what do I get?” you asked.

“Bragging rights?” Jonny suggested.

“I'll settle for a picture of you in the outfit you rocked back at the shop,” you stated, pointing to him. Jonny grinned widely.

“Deal,” he said as you too shook on it. 

“You ready, boss?” Jonny asked, turning to Price.

“A week of sick leave, you said?” he asked, debating if he wanted to be a part of your shenanigans.

“Yes sir,” you nodded. 

“Right,” he muttered, pushing his hat further down on his head before slipping in the coral and shaking his jacket off his shoulders.

You had to give it to Price, he was pretty good. And he looked like he stepped right out of a cow boy movie. The mustache and the fit was just perfect. You sucked in a breath as he was thrown from the horse. Impressed cheers came from the others. He lasted almost ten seconds.

“Ghost?” Jonny suggested.

“I prefer to keep my balls unpopped,” Ghost grumbled.

“Guess that's me then,” You spoke up. Walking up to Bessy you smiled brushing her nose before walking round her to where Arthur stood.

“Need a hand?” he offered.

“Nah mate,” you said effortlessly, swinging yourself up onto the saddle and taking the reins in hand. The familiar creak of the leather saddle and the ruff feel of the reins was welcoming. You settled into the back of the saddle, leaning back slightly. You pressed your hat down far enough down your forehead that the only thing you saw was your hands and the horse's shoulder blades.

“Alright, lets fucking do this,” you whispered before gently kicking her. You leaned back as far as you could and pulled the reins tight as she bucked wildly. Your body was jerked about left and right back and forth, yet you held on. The boys had to admit they were impressed. The ranchers cheered as the seconds drew on. As you hit the thirty second mark you swore as the horse slammed up against the side of the railings. To avoid you leg getting crushed you lumped off, the force sending you flying over the fence, right into Arthur who just happened to be sitting stop it. The two of you hit the ground in a cloud of dust. A relatively soft fall for you due to you landing on the cowboy.

“Fuck you alright?” You asked as you quickly hopped off the poor man.

“Look at that, falling for you already,” he groaned, painfully accepting your hand to help him up.

“That line usually work?” you asked with a small smile. You had to admit he was kinda cute.

“Well I don't usually have pretty women tackling me off the fence but here we are,” he said. You chuckled, shaking your head picking up your hat.

“How long was that Jonny!?” You yelled across the coral.

“Too fucking long!” he yelled back. You grinned smugly making your way back over to the boys.

Gaz and Jonny were adamant on getting those sick days. Price opted in for a few more tries, coming only four seconds from your record before he called it quits.

“Not gonna have a go Ghost?” you asked nudging his side.

“Risk getting hurt before the mission, not likely,” he stated as you watched Jonny narrowly avoid a broken bone. 

“Fair enough,” you muttered. The boys could not beat your best. With bruised bodies and prides you all retired to your a few spar rooms in the bunkhouse.

The next morning, you all gathered before dawn. Arthur said you were gonna learn how to ride. The boys walking a bit slower than they usually would. You were all assigned horses. Ghost and Price and Gaz were going well after some instruction. And Jonny. Well let's just say he wasn't built to ride horses. He just couldn't wrap his head around it. Loud laughs sounded as the horse started to trot slightly, sending your little scotsman's bouncing rapidly in his saddle.

“Fu-Uck En H-EL-LL,” he said through bounces as his head bobbled around. You rode up to him gently pulling on the rains to get the horse to slow down.

“Come on Mate. your ancestors road these guys into battle,” You said.

“Nah, these are American horses. If it was a scottish horse I would be grand,” he stated definitely. Amused by his logic, you just shook your head. To your surprise, Simon pulled up on the other side of Jonny. “Having a bit of trouble there?” Ghost asked smuggle. “Fuck Ye LT,” Jonny grunted, trying to glare only for him to slid sideways in the saddle. You reached out holding his jacket to keep him steady as he readjusted. Ghost smirked before trotting forward. You rode up to his side looking over his posture, one hand resting on his thigh, the other holding both the reins. 

“You’ve done this before,” you stated.

“When I was a kid,” he muttered.

“It shows, You're a natural,” you said.

“Not as good as you,” he said.

“Oh stop it, you'll make me blush,” you grinned. He glanced over at your smile, grunting in response.

“So this is your dream, huh?” he asked. Your grin turned into a fond smile.

“Yeah. I want a nice plot of land in the tablelands,” you stated.

“Table lands?” Ghost asked.

“I'll admit you guys have some nice green pastures in England. But the tablelands. Man, it's something different altogether. Rolling green hills right out of a picture book. It's high up, lots of rain, and rainforests. Fog will roll over the hills in the cold mornings and arvos. I'll have five horses, shit ton of chickens and cows. Maybe a goat or two,” your shrugged. “Two dogs. One working kelpie and and little staffy,” you continued.

“A big old cottage that I built myself. Oh, it's gotta have a basement. Definitely a secret passage. Maybe a fake skeleton chucked in there.” your words had Simon smiling as his eyes settled on you. Settled on the sparkle of your eyes as you described it all.

“Oh and there will be this big ol tree. If I have a family I'll string it up with fairy lights and lanterns. I'll invite you boys round for week long adventures. Big ol fire place next to it,” you reminisce of a life that you possibly might never get to live. After all, your job wasn't necessarily safe.

“Oh so I’m a part of this future huh?” he asked. The instant your gaze turned to him he realized what he said. His face flushed as your smile became impossibly brighter.

“Of course,” you stated simply. Only when you did think of all those things you left out one key part. Whenever you thought about your future, the annoying prick in front of you would pop into the frame. Helping you build the cottage. Putting one of his masks on the fake skeletons. Him in the tree hanging up the lights. Him sitting next to you around the roaring fire. Clearing his throat his face flushed deeply as he looked back to the path in front of you. You didn't see the flush though. You simply saw him avoiding your gaze. For a moment, he wondered if he was having a heart attack. He thought it was the only explanation for his rapid heartbeat.

“Were going for a run care to join?” Arthur called back to you.

“Sure,” you called back. 

“So you ready to show me just how good you are?” You leaned over to Ghost with a taunting

“Perhaps,” he grunted.

“First one to the tree up on that ridge,” you suggested.

“Are we betting anything?” he asked.

“Bragging rights?” you shrugged. “On three?” you suggested.

“Alright, three,” he stated kicking his horse into a gallop. An excited grin stretched across your face as you did the same. The cantering group let out exclamations of surprise as you two zoomed past them in a full gallop. Even with his headstart you quickly caught up to him. Riding would forever feel different to everything in your life. It felt like flying, but so much more magical. As you were neck and neck you looked over to Ghost who looked to you. With a wink, you dropped the reins, opening your arms out as the horse pulled forward. You won by just an inch. 

The next day it was game time. You were strapped up and dressed up for your rodeo. You left a little earlier than the boys. You were hanging around beer in hand playing the part as Arthur introduced you to a few people. Chucking your watch you glanced at the time.

“They should be here by now,” you muttered.

“Speak of the devils,” Arthur muttered nodding behind you. A low whistle left your lips as you took them in.

As everyone took them in. Women, buckle bunnies and men had their eyes set on the group. They looked like a master piece of hot manliness. And you had to admit they looked good enough to have anyone's panties dropped with just a word. There boots kicking up dust as they strutted through the crowd. You swore the music was perfect of their entrance, looking like a scene out of a movie.

“Boys,” you nodded to them as they approached.

“Anna,” Price nodded to you. Your cover name for the mission.

“Come on, I've got to introduce you to someone,” Arthur stated beckoning you all over. You sucked in a small breath as he took you all to the target. 

“Tommy,” Arthur greeted the man like old friends.

“Arthur, how are you, my boy?” he asked. He was an older man, a true cowboy.

“Good Good,” Arthur nodded as they embraced.

“So you're the one Arthurs has been speaking about. You should know outsiders aren't usually welcome here,” the target stated as he turned to you.

“What scared of the challenge?” you asked with a teasing smile. The man paused a beat before breaking out into laughter.

“She's a spunk fire all right. Name’s Tom, everyone calls me Tommy,” he greeted holding his hand out to you.

“Anna,” you introduced yourself.

“Anna, you dont look like an Anna,” he said.

“Oh yeah, what do I look like?” you asked.

“Some real classy name. Like Evangeline or somethin,” he stated.

“Well, you certainly look like a Tommy,” you said.

“Why thank you ma’am,” he tipped his hat to you.

“And who are these fellas?” he asked turning to the boys.

“I'm her manager, Cole,” Price introduced himself. “These boys are on the team,” he stated, pointing to the rest who gave nods.

“I see, well fellas I'll see you out there,” he stated giving you another nod before walking off.

“So we grabbing him?” Jonny asked.

“To many people here,” Price mumbled.

“After the main event you'll have your chance, that's when he goes home,” Arthur said. You nodded, glancing around you. Fancy profession buckers were walking all round you. 

“Nervous Darling?” Arthur asked. The boys gaze snapped to him, some pissed of some surprised. The way American men say darling is just something different.

“I'm about to strap myself to a state of the art bucking horse. Of corse im fucking nervous,” you muttered.

“Don't worry. Come on, there are some other events before. Let's get you warmed up,” he stated. You needed to keep your mind occupied, so you agreed. Steer wrestling and roping was your go to. You didn't place first in anything but you didn't do too bad. The boys looked at you in a different light as you rode beside a young bull, jumping off your horse to wrestle it to the ground, flipping it over and tying its legs up. 

“God damn,” Jonny whispered as you stood to your feet holding your hands in the air.

“She's good, really good,” Arthur stated as he stood by the boys.

“That's our girl,” Price stated simply.

“So, what are you lot to her?” he asked.

“What?” Gaz asked squinting at the man.

“You lot seem real close. I know you're a team but I don't want to step on anyone's toes, I'm a gentle man like that,” he shrugged.

“What do you mean step on anyone's toes?” Price asked, his arms folding over his chest taking on the protective dad stance.

“Look if she's spoken for I'll back off. But I don't see no ring, and she calls you all by name. No pet names,” Arthur trailed off before turning to Ghost.

“So I guess im asking what are you to her,” the question was pointed at Ghost the boys quickly catching on. Ghost turned fully to him tucking his hand under his arm pits where his guns sat, hidden by his jacket. Although he made a point to let the smooth metal peek out.

“I'm the guy that fucks you up seven ways to Sunday if you hurt her,” his voice was deathly low, shaking Arthur up a bit. Yet it was Simon's glare that had the man really scared. 

But he also got the answer he wanted.

“So she's available?” Arthur pointed out with a grin.

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[assassin-artist]

I love Eleanor!

I'm really curious to know (everything) how Cecil feels about the daddy issues she's working through. I mean he (and whoever in the GDA draws up reports about the Greyson family mental states) has to be clocking them from a mile away. Because honestly who wouldn't be messed up after having Nolan as a father.

Does Cecil feel like there's some manipulation going on? Yes he's genuinely there in his role as mentor/boss, but does he also feel like an ass sometimes when he's reminded that she's just a kid seeking validation from an older male authority figure? (Not that that's Eleanor's main motivation in being a super hero by any means).

I don't think he'd be outright manipulative. I think he genuinely cares for people like when he tries to comfort Mark and Debbie etc, but it's probably part of a contingency plan of his if need be? I could see a desperate Cecil/GDA trying to make her more codependent as a means to control her. (Maybe they tried something like that in your bad end au)

Honestly I just need to know how he feels about her GDA inspired suit. Proud dad vibes? Relief that one of the twins is still willing to work with him? Mild embarrassment? Completely oblivious? Does Donald clock the resemblance first and tease him about it lol

Does Mercy ever look back on that suit design in the future and feel a bit embarrassed (like when you look back at your previous style that was influenced by friends or a celebrity and cringe?). Since it would also be symbolic of when she and Mark were having their fight over their different viewpoints.

Does she always keep the new colour pallet?

Anyways thanks for sharing your OC!

Cecil when Mercy shows up in his colors after splitting up with her brother. Thank you for this ask, I love rambling about Cecil especially, hehe... Looong rambles below the cut!

firstly, you're absolutely right that her family issues (daddy issues especially) is a well known topic in the GDA by the time she's in her 3rd suit. In fact, I think it would have been obvious from the day Nolan first left earth. I think Cecil is aware of the mental states of all of his top agents, he's definitely trying his best to keep tabs on them with on-site psychologists and such - but I think he'd have an extra careful eye out on the Graysons. He already states several times in the show that Mark is "the strongest hero we have on Earth", which is what makes him so desperate to keep Invincible in his pocket/under his control, and in the world where Mercy exists, she's stronger than Invincible by season 3 as well. So he's keeping a closer tab on Mercy than he does any of his other heroes, regardless of whether she would approve of how closely he's watching her.

Largely I think he'd feel some compassion for her about it - he has a heart, after all, even if it tends to get buried underneath his stern exterior and the things he's been forced to do over the years. She was only a kid when they met, and even though it's been a little over two years by season 3 and she's a legal adult, of course he's still gonna look at her as a kid. I think he feels a strong sense of "I need to look after her", not only because of her young age, but also because all the shit that went wrong in her life started after she started working for him. Maybe he feels like her dad's actions and the trauma it left her with is possibly indirectly his fault - but he definitely feels like Mercy and Invincible splitting apart is his own fault. He doesn't regret it because he's always going to do what he thinks is necessary for the good of the world, but he does still feel a bit guilty about how it tore apart this family that was working for him.

But there's also this idea I had that if Cecil visited Mark/Debbie's house some time after Mercy moved out but before the big falling out with Invincible and the GDA, Debbie absolutely would have scolded him and then talked his ear off about making sure Eleanor was well taken care of. Not just financially, as he tries to assure Mrs. Grayson - make sure she's eating properly, getting enough sleep, don't let her drink so many energy drinks before a mission like she does when there's an exam coming up. Debbie can clearly tell that Ellie is pulling away from her out of grief and trauma, and although it hurts her to not be there for her daughter like she wishes she could, she knows better than to try to force her way back into her life. So instead she goes to the person that she knows Ellie will listen to, and makes sure he has a good idea of what her daughter needs. So Cecil feels another sense of "I need to look out for this kid" because Debbie personally asked him to as well.

"Does Cecil feel like there's some manipulation going on?" Oh, absolutely there is, and he's aware of it. I don't think he's a cruel man by any means, I think he'd prefer it if people worked for him out of their own willingness and not for any other external reasons - but with the Grayson twins, he can't take that risk. They're too strong. He saw how one Viltrumite could ruin a major city and wrack up a death toll of, what, over two thousand lives and many thousand more injured in just a few hours? And later learning that more Viltrumites are going to come to Earth for a hostile takeover? Yeah, he wants to be nice - but now is not the time for niceness if it might sacrifice having the most powerful pawn on his payroll.

His compassion in daily conversations is real - him asking her if she's doing alright and if she' ever needs to talk's had enough to eat today - but his compassion when it comes to making decisions about her life is calculated. Paying for her utilities so she feels like she owes him, offering to take care of her family despite being attacked by two members of it so she will think of him as her best supporter in times of need... but most of all, subtly reminding her of the damage caused by her father and brother. Not in a 'look at what your family did' to make her feel guilty kind of way, but more of a 'look at what you're capable of' way. So even she thinks she needs someone to make the tough decisions for her - so she never feels tempted to pull away like Invincible did.

He's troubled by her mental state partially because he cares about her as an individual, but also because that means there's a crack in a very dangerously powerful weapon. He's glad for her seeking validation from an older male figure because it means she looks up to him, listens to his advice. It means he's still got her where he needs her to be.

He does genuinely care for people, like you said. I don't think Cecil would be Director of the GDA if it weren't for his overwhelming love for humanity and the planet they live on - it's not just self interest because he lives there, too, it's because his heart aches for the pain that others go through. Him keeping Mercy by his side by whatever means necessary - well timed compassion, a shoulder to lean on, financial compensation, etc - is good for both of them. He needs her strength and durability, and she needs a strong foundation to lean on in her darker moments.

And now, finally "I just need to know how he feels about her GDA inspired suit". My first thought was that, honestly, I don't think he would have ever made the connection lol. I mean, he sees the new look, but he never stops to think "this was directly inspired by me specifically". I think he'd just perk up one eyebrow and say something about how she's lost her bright colors in the new look. Donald absolutely clocks the resemblance, though - that man is specially trained to spot anything vaguely Cecil-looking lmfao. I think if he ever brought it up, Cecil would just go, "What? No, it's not based off of me. There's a ton of navy blue suits in the GDA, you don't know it's based off of me. I mean... ah, hell, it's based off of me.." I think he'd feel a little bit embarrassed about it in the beginning, like when you realize someone kind of idolizes you and you think 'why would you look up to me of all people', but he'd keep it under wraps pretty well. Kind of think it's sweet, also kind of thinks it's another good sign of her attachment to the GDA.

I don't think she will always keeps the new suit design. Mercy and Invincible are meant to be in parallel to each other - not exactly the same, but when one goes through a major change, so does the other. She got her new suit roughly at the same time Mark got his new suit, and both of them changed because of their growing and shifting viewpoints around morality. The palette itself, though... hrm, I'll have to think about that. I can see her leaving the palette behind to have a fresh start and branching out eventually, but I can also see her wanting to keep it because the GDA, and Cecil specifically, are such big parts of her formative years and helped develop her worldviews a lot as a teen/going into adulthood.

I'm not entirely sure how future Mercy would look back on her older design, since I make her story as we go along with the show and comics. So the only answer I have for now is that she'd probably look back at the suit and frown because that was the time where her and Mark split apart. How much she either cringes or feels pain about that memory depends on whether the two of them ever reconcile or if it just gets worse from there on out... We'll see (:

Thank you for the ask!! I love talking about Cecil lol

[lovely-kalli1st0]

HELLO! I adore captive prince and I've been drawing little sketches and then I found the absolutely stunning fic by @kybelles 'beautiful boy' about babianos so here's some doodles of babianos - and others

- I think it'd be so funny if new born Damen had Theomedes going whose god damn white baby is that 😭

- he's an early baby but he's got big brown eyes that look like Egeria's and everyone loves him

- 4 year old Damen was bullied for being too pretty the other kids would run around yelling 'pretty face'

- HES MY CUTIE PATOOTIE he has so much hope in his eyes + his dimple conquers everyone 🤭

- I like thinking Theomedes tried to keep Egeria a little alive in Damianos, he was dressed in green chitons because that was the colour of his mother's eyes and her favourite colour. Also little things like her wedding bracelet being turned into an accessory for Damen.

- also I believe there was a time where Kastor genuinely loved Damen and his necklace is a gift from Kastor to his baby brother who follows him around like a baby duckling

Sigh...

- his eyes lose his childhood innocence but he gets swole

- in my mind pre teen/tween Damen is like chubby partially because of the baby fat and then obviously because he's a wrestler.

- I feel like he kept long hair at one point, like idk Nikandros visited one summer from the north and had long hair because that's the fashion there and Damen also wanted to grow his

- and yes the bandages are from Kastor the loser manchild stabbing him 😮‍💨

- older Damen still has pretty eyes like he's one of those asshole guys with gorgeous long eyelashes that girls are jealous of

- but that baby fat leaves and he starts displaying like proper musculature

- Marlas Damen OKAY I have this thing where I like drawing him as a teenager because sometimes I feel like people forget he was 17/19 leading armies and going into wars. Damen has a compassionate heart and he was just a boy when he saw all the men he grew up with and friends of his get stabbed and die on the field.

- so it's super important to me that I still draw some of that youth

Okay thank U for attending my ted talk 💪���️

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[silvergarnet12]

Splatoon was the first Nintendo game to push me out of my comfort zone of single player games, and with the closure of it's servers I wanted to draw a tribute to a game that really means a lot to me.

Some long rambles about the game under the cut.

When I first played the Global Testfire I was 15, and the only mutliplayer games I played were with friends in the same room.

Splatoon was also the first shooter I ever picked up, as I always liked bright colours over more realistic graphics in my games, and back then the only shooters I knew about were Halo(and that was only really a name to me!) and the CoD games.

Any worries I had about being bad quickly vanished as the sheer vibe of chaotic fun the game had, particularly when no one had played it before, got rid of any worries, and all I remember is having fun. And choosing to play as the guy instead of the girl for the first time, solely becuase I wanted a ponytail like in real life(I would continue to use the guy through the series as a tradition, a contrast to what I saw most people online doing).

When the game came out I binged the single player, and vividly remember the first time I fought DJ Octavio, and the first time I heard Calamari Inkantation. If ever a game was to convince me that a song could irreversibly change your life, it was Splatoon. Because to teenage me, in that moment, with Calamari Inkantation playing in the background while I fought an octupus DJ, it did.

It gave me terminal brainworms for this series. And here I am, 8 yrs later. Older and more tired, been through some shit, had some good times, tried, succeeded and failed in things throughout the years.

I've always been grateful that they made the decision for the player character from 1 to return, everytime they've shown up it's felt a bit like seeing an old friend, especially since as the games time skips have always had them close to my age(which probably helped my attachement back in the first game). So hi Three, can't believe we both probably pay taxes now.

I have the original two Inkling Amiibos, in a collection that is slowly building, I'm still attached to Marie, and yes I was on her team for the Final Splatfest.

I cried when it was over, just like I did in 2's Final Fest(I was team chaos, two for two baby!) and will probably do so for 3's as well. Something about this series just makes me super attached to it's world and characters.

So booyah Splatoon, my final online game of yours was well and truly years ago, but I replayed story mode to share you with a friend recently, and I think I'll refight Octavio tonight in honour of the good times.

You encouraged me to try out games I wouldn't have otherwise(hello Overwatch and Deep Rock Galactic), and outlasted one of the other major games of my teenage years(...Overwatch 1 I miss you). So thank you for that.

I'll miss Squid Jump, Inkstrike, the og kit for the NZap 89(why does it's new one not vibe with me ;-;), the Squid Sister's broadcasts and the more saturated colours. At least I can always return to the Plaza in 3, and that Spyke isn't dead like I was concerned he was when 3 released, and see the Squid Sisters perform during Splatfests again.

I have so much more to say in my heart about you but no more ways to word it.

You've been a fantastic game, and will always be a treasured experience that I am grateful to have been a apart of from the very beginning.

Now bring back Moray Towers in 3 damn it! It's in 2 but I DON'T WANT TO LOSE MY FAVOURITE STAGE IF IT"S NOT IN 4.

[julia-jck]

Can you tell us who these cuties are ? From this post you made a while ! They look so cool svdgwg

Sure thing! I am going to yap a lot during this as you won't find much info about them here on tumblr as this took place when I was too scared of really use tumblr as I didn't understand it, so be prepared.

I am going to skipp the Nightmare and Collector as you all know who Nightmare is and Collector has gotten a return (here's his remake post if interested)

Back in the day, back when I were a Error Sans fangirl, I made my sona a Mary Sue skeleton named Julia (shocker, I know). Later on I made her frenemy Simon. Their story originally were supposed to be in the Undertale multiverse, but as the characters grew, got kids and more characters got added to their story, their world no longer was an Undertale universe world, but a world inspired by Undertale instead.

Ender is one of the many characters I created to fill this world and story and is my baby boy. He was created before Darren, but Darren took the spotlight of their story as I started to pair them up on day one, Ender being the comic relief and emotional support Darren needed. Ender works as a caretaker at a special needs primary school, he can't read a map even if his life depended on it and he's also very awkward and goofy, but knows when to be serious. I kind of stopped drawing them after their ship became canon...

I don't have much to say about Hazel more than that she's nearly fully blind, everything just looking like a huge blur of light and some colours, and that she's the older sister of Eli. Eli and Zero is a fave pairing of mine as there's life or death and trauma involved. Zero trying to push Eli away to keep them safe, but Eli won't let him.

Then we have an old design of me, maybe 3 years after using the skeleton version of myself??? I gave myself a halo and demon horns cause I once drew myself as a demon and an angel, questioning each other if it was good or evil that I didn't make a ship people on insta really enjoyed happen.

Then the last character is Cael. A failed atempt at making a popular character. Cael was a foster kid with a lot of problems. It was actually my old sona (which I by then had renamed Juliet as I didn't want her to represent me anymore) that was his foster parent together with Simon. He was a very sick kid, nearly living his whole life in a hospital where they tried new medicin to help cure him. They were able to cure his sickness, but a side effect is that he's allways cold and if he gets too cold his bones crack and he'd be in a lot of pain. This results in him always needing to wear warm clothes and have monthly check ups with doctors.

Hope this answered your question!

[hearted-anon]

Tickletober Day 6: Secret

Words: 1041 Note: Secret secret is actually so good. T/w: Potential embarrassment, FLUFF @minnielvrr Lee: Hyunjin Ler: Jisung

“Hyunjin-ah, where are you? Chan said that we’re going to go decide on the dorm pairs, and you’re the only one not there!” Jisung calls out through the usually loud hallways, now pin-drop silent as he walks through the living room towards the older’s room. The entire group had already gone to the shared dorm of 3RACHA and Hyunjin to decide on their future dorm pairs, all except Hyunjin himself. The pristine dancer who loved to be on time was now nowhere to be seen, even after a concerned Changbin threatened to kiss him if he didn’t come out in the next minute, only heightening the group's worry more. 

“Hyung? Are you there? Did you get kidnapped by another cult again?! Please tell me you’re okay, c’mon Jinnie, just come out!” Jisung continued to anxiously yell, but his echoing voice returned back to him almost immediately, making him swallow back his fear before standing in front of the artist’s room with trembling limbs. Knocking the door with a shaky fist, he was surprised to find that Hyunjin almost immediately responded; had he not heard them this entire time or something? But that would be impossible, given the ferret’s extraordinary sense of hearing… 

“I-I’m there. I’ll come out soon, I promise!” He heard Hyunjin from the other side of the door, but something about his voice sounded off to the ace. It wasn't different where it felt like something had possessed his soul, more of, just as uneasy as the rest of the members were, and for what reason Jisung didn’t know. Gathering up the last of his nerves, he knocked on the door yet again, gnawing at his lower lip nervously; despite his iron resolve forcing him to get to know what was happening to his poor Jinnie. 

“Please let me in Hyunjin, you’re really worrying me here, and the members too! We won’t make fun of you if anything happens to you, I promise on all the cheesecake and my mother too!” Jisung swears, beginning to knock a little faster and frantic now. It wasn’t that he was pounding or anything, but it was enough to get the artist shuffling faster around the room, the ace could swear he heard the sounds of paint brushes being put away; did he spend a little too long spaced out in another painting yet again? Leaning against the door and slumping down with a sigh, he hums impatiently, only to scream when the door suddenly swung open, making him fall on his back. 

“Just what have you been doing- Is- Is that paint on your stomach? Aww, don’t tell me you were trying to tickle yourself now Hyung ah~” Jisung’s personality turned an immediate 180 at the sight of the flustered artist in front of him, fingers painted with a multitude of bright colours that painted himself red at the crime scene, especially on his entire waist, shirt gone to hell and exposing his entire painted waist. One would’ve thought it wasn’t anything special, simply a fellow artist experimenting with new types of ways of drawing, but to the members? Oh he was not getting away with any secrets that he tried to hide through his work. 

“D-Don’t tell anyone, it’s meant to be a s-secret, please…” The ace swore his heart exploded like a balloon with too much helium when he saw the pouting and pleading look in Hyunjin’s eyes, bashfully fiddling with his fingers that were coated in dried paint too, only adding to his adorable look. Jisung smiled warmly, squeezing the older’s cheek comfortingly before tracing some of the splotches on his bare stomach teasingly. Of course the last thing he wanted was for Hyunjin to genuinely feel uncomfortable about having his little secret exposed, but who was he not to have a little fun experimenting with the canvas at hand here?

“Ehehe! Wahahait!” Hyunjin whined pitifully under the teasing fingers, being pushed all the way back into the room as Han gleefully kicked the door closed gently, screaming to the members that Hyunjin needed a little ‘alone time’, thankfully the members were as understanding as ever and gave the duo as much time as they needed, leaving a sneaky Jisung to unravel the secret that Hyunjin had tried so desperately to keep away from the members; he should’ve known that Jisung was actually the number one detective when it came to these things, trust him! 

“Wait? But why~? I think the colours mean something, Hyunjin ah! Is red a bad spot, hm~” Jisung cooed, before scratching at the red splotch that covered his underarms, earning an ear shattering scream that made Han quickly pull away, not wanting to pull any attention towards him and potentially attract members to ruin the secret they were sharing together. He moved his fingers back to a more blue spot, assuming to be less sensitive at his stomach, scribbling along the area to earn the cutest and softest little squeaks, or screams ever. 

“Jisuhuhung! H-Have sohohome mehehercy! Plehehease!” Hyunjin begged under the gentle touch, cheeks flushed such a bright red that it matched the red paint on his underarms, finally deterring a mischievous Han away from his bare torso to admire the ‘canvas’ that he’s created of his own hyung, placing a tiny smooch on his forehead in a silent compliment that he’s done so well at being quiet of his secret and definitely trusting the quokka enough to let him in on something he knew was an uncomfortable topic for the poor ferret. 

“Okay okay, let’s get you cleaned up, don’t want the members finding out this cute secret of yours before me now~” Jisung smiles at the way Hyunjin squeals at the potential event happening, grabbing a wet napkin from the artist’s nightstand, presumed to help clean off the mess he made before rubbing firmly at the coloured splotches, ensuring that it didn’t tickle so the ferret wouldn’t scream every few seconds. After he was done, the duo walked back into the living room to be welcomed with open arms, although Hyunjin now seemed much more relaxed than he was previously.

He was definitely planning some sort of revenge though, even if Han was being pretty nice to him, all gratefulness aside.

[biancathebrawler]

👁️୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩🪓 ⋅ My Mouthwashing Headcanons 👁️୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩🪓 ⋅

⚠️Gore like Images⚠️ Also ‼️I have to # Brawl Stars, if I don’t my followers won’t see it‼️

This game has turned into my new hyper fixation and it’s getting me through hard times rn so please bare with me 🥲

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꒷꒦✧˖°🫀⋆｡𖦹꒷꒦ Curly ꒷꒦✧˖°🫀⋆｡𖦹꒷꒦

Pre-Crash:

- age: 30-35

- First Job: Subway

- Second youngest of 5 kids

- He plays cards with Swansea a lot and can beat everyone on bored at any card game.

- early signs of arthritis

- he’s very forgetful and will often loose his belongs around the ship

- Curly likes Anya as a friend and kinda a crush too and will often playfully flirt with her.

- hits his head on door ways alot since he’s tall (6’0)

- very much has a sweet tooth and likes anything that Daisuke bakes for them.

- he’s a dog person and back on earth has 2 golden retrievers. Lucky and Rex.

- Played with transformers as a kid and ripped dolls apart 💯!

- Popular in Highschool and played on the football team and basketball team.

- ^ but he was the kind of popular that didn’t judge people and would stand up for others.

- LIVES FOR BRAWL STARS! Mains Colt. don’t ask. It feels right.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘❤️‍🩹 💉Anya❤️‍🩹 💉⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

- age: 25

- First Job: Pet Smart taking care of the cats

- She was an older sister. They don’t talk much but they don’t hate each other.

- She likes to put little decorations around the walls and shelves of the nurses bay.

- LOVES cats. She grew up with cats in her life and she still loves them.

- Very shy and Jimmy often talks over her.

- She does her hair on her own, and the wolf cut lookin thing she has going on wasn’t planned.. it was when she was in grade 11 and one night she got so upset and tired from studying she started randomly chopping at her hair and at the time it looked… questionable but now that it’s grown out it looks good😊

- she likes turtle necks and ones with colours, Swansea said if she would wear black it would make her look like: S:“you’d look like one of those… those.. you know what I mean! Those emu’s!” A:”do you mean emo’s?” S:”same old same old. Same thing!”

- she likes Curly, but only as a friend and kinda started not liking him after he didn’t do anything about what Jimmy did.

- Vegetarian, but not by choice, because her doctor recommended it after she started getting odd bumps around her torso after having certain meats.

- Anxiety at a all time high.

- Restraining order against Jimmy

- loves to draw and sketch.

🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 Jimmy aka Rat Boy 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺🃜

- age: 35-40

- First Job: His dads car wash business

- But after he was a janitor for along time.

- Only Child, and child of divorce.

- never had a gf but has hired people if yk what I mean.

- he’s straight and u can’t change my mind.

- cries a lot on his own

- bad hygiene and smells like shit.

- self h*rm scars.

- his mom thinks he’s the best thing since sliced bread. (She doesn’t know about what he did)

- grew up poor.

- dad wouldn’t be nice to him and would tell him to toughen up a lot.

- didn’t have friends at school except Curly but still they weren’t super close.

- ate his pet hamster as a kid and claimed it was an accident (he was 6)

- too lazy to cut his own hair so Curly does it for him.

- doesn’t like people seeing his arms so he wears a old sleeved shit

- scared af of needles. Like, you just tell him vaccine update week is coming up and he’ll hide in a box in the storage unit forever!

- sore loser

- greasy hair 24/7

- likes the show ‘Doctor House’

- failed school and left in grade 10

- low key scared of Polle.

- not only knows he’ll never be a father but he knows he’d never be a good one even if he tried.

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) Daisuke ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

- age: 17

- First Job: Starbucks garbage boy. The baristas would make fun of him and he never really understood and thought they were laughing with him not at him🥲

- Has a younger sister who admires him so much!🥰 (her names Lily and she’s 8)

- LOVES COLOURS

- yaps a lot to Swansea until Swansea turns off his hearing aids.

- wanted to start a game night until Swansea and Jimmy told him it was dumb. He was really sad about it because he had put out little sacks and decorations around the table.🥲

- they all have lockers and his is the most colourful and decorated one of all!

- loves the Kawii aesthetic.

- loves all types of shirts with flowers.

- Loves filming dancing TikTok’s. Swansea once walked in when he was making one. Later he asked if Daisuke was into men.

- he’s definitely bi though but swears his preference is women.

- loves doing skincare with Anya and gossiping about the others.

- drew on Jimmy’s face once when he was asleep. He never did it again after that..

- the day Daisuke died all his beautiful coloured fish back on earth died all at once exactly a minute later. (I’m fine guys🙂I’m fine😭😭)

- loves Mario cart and animal crossing.

- loves colouring in Anyas drawings😊

🪓▀▄▀▄▀▄🪓▀▄▀▄▀▄🪓Swansea🪓▀▄▀▄▀▄🪓▀▄▀▄▀▄🪓

- age: 60-65

- First Job: Gas’s Station/711 style place

- His older brother has passed and his twin sister has too😔

- Has a lovely wife as home, her names Wendy, and they have 3 kids.

- he met Wendy when they were both 28 and have been together since 💗💗

- loves Daisuke even if he can piss him off sm sometimes(IN A FATHERLY WAY PEOPLE‼️‼️‼️)

- Swansea was told to reward Daisuke with little gifts every time he learnt something new. Ex: Candy, money, small toys. Swansea threw those all away and gives his own gifts, Those gifts have consisted of: plastic star cutouts, old pieces of yarn that have come undone from his uniform, bots and nails, and a cigar. The cigar is proudly displayed in Daisuke locker and he’ll brag about if to the others who are a little concerned by it.

- Swansea was never a drunk and always present with his kids and on bored. That’s why when Daisuke first saw him drunk he thought he was finally having fun and stuff but was later upset to realize it was only the effect of alcohol. Swansea felt bad about it too.

- Swansea plays games on Daisuke’s Nintendo.

- actually makes really good meals.

- fixes rips in clothing of the others and his.

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Hope you guys likes my headcanons!😊😊 I wanted to share some things here about MW too!

I watched “BENOFTHEWEEK”’s run through of it. It was his first time playing a video game like this so it was fun watching him kinda struggle and laugh about it. He also did voices for all the characters and I gotta say it was quite fun to watch! If you want to watch it too, it’s on his YouTube channel. All his other vids are hilarious so I recommend watching em’ they’re kind yhe definitely of click bait but it actually happens in the video.

Also my favourite character, of all of mouthwatering was…

Drum roll please

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Jimmy.

BEFORE I GET UTTERLY ATTACKED AND CANCELLED. I DON’T LIKE JIMMY’S ACTIONS, OR EVEN HIM. I DON’T AGREE WITH THE STUFF HE DID!! although idk I think it was kinda nice that he put Curly in the pod and not himself..? Little bit of redemption? No? Absolutely not. But I’m just saying he could’ve been really selfish. Anyway, the reason Jimmy’s my favourite is because his PLOT was really good and i like complex characters so he was kinda good in that aspect. His writing was good. Not him.

But I also really loved Daisuke. He was an AMAZING character and person!💗💗 He deserved the best.

[iluminated-goat]

Saw @mirrorworldangel answer about Aster's happy ending and I got inspired. I hope you like this gift and HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!

Also I completely apologize if Aster's colour pallette is wrong (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠) (for some reason I wanted to see him in blue???) I drew him older than he's supposed to be (and also looking like an exact copy like Ford, this dude was made to suffer) to show how long he's been travelling and also the hardships he endured (hence the duller colours). And while drawing this I had- so many thoughts (and I listened to Adrienne Lenker doing this and it was not a good idea it was not a good idea-)

The axolotl allowing Stan to rest by letting him "relive" in the moment where he was most happiest. The problem is that, both Aster and Stan have both "forgotten" eachother (Aster by seeing so many Stans and slowly forgetting his mother's characteristics after Stan died; Stan because of the amnesia). So when they both see eachother they're more like "you look familiar" and "doubting the axolotl for a moment" until they both recognise eachother (Aster finally being called by his first name by his own Stan, by his own mother. Both finally reunited). Ngl I got inspired by Moomin Mama and Forneus (cotl) for Stan's dialogue.

And Aster finally being allowed to rest and to be with his mother (I was actually gonna draw a panel of him being reverted back to a kid, a gift from the Axolotl so he and his mother could have more moments!) Him introducing Cleo and Mama (whom I DEFINITELY want to see and have to explore more) to his mother and Shanklin, Stan being held back from almost marching down to the Black Forest to beat the shit out of Cipher and Ford, Darlan dealing with the fact that he doesn't have to be on "fight or flight" mode anymore, Stan absolutely showering his behemoth of a son with kisses and hugs and getting to know more of him and his friends. Just - them ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

I tried to show more of Aster's quiet but still emotional side (but only when he allows himself to be), so he's really feeling it when he finally recognises his mom. The guy is a highly trained assassin.

Which also leds me to this point: some of the Stan's that interacted with Aster saw him as quiet, completely different, but still their baby (even with the scars and so so tired look that seems to be engraved in his face, which just made them more worried for their own kids bc what happened??).

And then there's the Ford's.

You know that Mandela catalogue audio?? "If you see someone that looks identical to you, run away and hide??" It's literally their relationship. Imagine you're a (shitty) Ford, and when you look to the corner of your lab, there's this... Figure. Just standing there, looking back at you. It's you, but... It's not you. It's older, covered in scars, bigger and wider than you. And it's staring back at you without a single ounce of emotion. The only thing that you can assimilate closer to it is pure apathy. You don't know who or what it is, but you can feel that it doesn't like you, and it wants you dead.

It's literally them:

ASJSIDJ I'M SO SORRY FOR THE RAMBLING I JUST REALLY LIKE HIS LORE AND I'M SO EXCITED FOR ANYTHING THAT YOU MAKE (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ+

ALSO

These bastards are still kicking my ass, BUT I'LL MAKE IT (I say, almost ripping my hair off when the other codes decipher just led to gibberish) ᕦ⁠(⁠ò⁠_⁠ó⁠ˇ⁠)⁠ᕤ

But on a serious note, I truly appreciate your attention my friend :) it's truly a pleasure seeing you and hearing your ideas, I excitedly await anything that you're putting your work on, take your time on It 🩵🩵

[burgersnacksformax]

Tf2 hcs for taking care of a little

Notes:

might be a little ooc cause im p new to tf2

"Little" as in being age regressed, or age dreaming, or something along those lines :]

THIS IS STRICTLY SFW ! if ur into ddlg or smth similar, DNI with this post please !

Cw for alcohol mention

Scout

Not BAD but acts like the irresponsible yet supportive older sibling. He'd encourage you to break rules with him and share his junk food with you. But he'll make sure you dont get hurt, and he'll keep you safe. Probably wouldn't join you for activities like colouring or something, but you'd just body double. He'd also be happy to go out and play sports with you, like baseball or something. And if you dont play, he'll show you how, complimenting your shots and encouraging you to do your best.

Soldier

Honestly probably acts like a clumsy dad. He'd try and take care of you but you'd be giggling left and right at how silly he is. He's a mess in the kitchen so you'd have to supervise him when getting snacks. He'd want you to follow along with him on jogs and stuff, and he'd always have the energy to play sports or tag or something with you. Prepare to do your best, he won't go easy just because you're little, but he'll still make sure to compliment you for your hard work afterwards.

Pyro

Best friend ! Would draw with you and colour with you, watch all your favourite cartoons with you and even show you their favourites as well. They would play with toys with you too, and even play pretend ! They might not be taking care of you, but they're your beloved play buddy, and if you get in trouble then you get in trouble together.

Demoman

Probably would make a great caregiver. He'd be willing to try whatever silly thing you want to do, and would be really supportive for things you wanna try and things you've accomplished. If it bothers you, he'd try not to drink in front of you, but ngl you'd still probably smell a little alchohol. He likes looking after you but you would absolutely be able to convince him to let you sleep late just by acting cute. He probably wouldn't be able to cook much for you, but would cut up fruits for you and share them.

Heavy

Top 10 dads in your area. Homecooked meals just for you, he'd always listen intently to what you have to say, and make sure you're in good health and hygiene. He tries to show you that he cares for you through actions, making sure you're getting food and water and are entertained, he'd even tuck you into bed and read bedtime stories for you if you'd like. He also likes telling you about fun moments between him and the mercs, as well as other experiences he's had.

Engie

Cool big brother energy tbh. He'd involve you in his projects and tell you all about them, and say that you're the only one who gets to know about these trade secrets. He sometimes lets you put some parts together if he's making something, or let you put in the final piece. He's really sweet and encouraging as a caregiver, and he enjoys body doubling. But if you pull out a lego set, you both would be hunched over the manual and pieces trying to figure it out together (you usually end up making something that was completely unrelated to what was on the box, but it turns out really cool so it doesn't matter). He tends to pat you on the back after a job well done.

Sniper

Talks quite nonchalantly and goes with whatever you're doing. You can tell him a silly story abt idk the loch ness monster, and he'll nod along in understanding, commenting something like "an elusive bugger, aint she ?" Probably doesnt participate in whatever activities you're doing, but as long as youre not noisy he'd be fine looking after you. He's helpless at cooking though so can easily convince him to order McDonald's or something.

Medic

He lets you play and goof around with his birds as long as you're gentle, but apart from that he wouldn't really know what to do. Probably can't really talk about anything little-friendly, but will make sure you don't go and get yourself hurt. Unless you're fine with him treating you like a test subject, he would rather you spend time with Heavy since he'd do a better job taking care of you.

Spy

He'd be good at taking care of you - really good - but probably can't see things at your level. If you want him to cook something for you or carry you or something, he'd do it, even giving you smiles and chatting with you, but only if you initiate it. It's nothing personal, he's just not entirely sure how to talk to kids, but he's still willing to try.

[hostilemuppet]

Ngl I forgot about Rosé for a minute. Just for a minute tho. I remember what she did. Also I just realized that the reason Angelina & her’s child looks kind of like a dragonfruit is because of her hairshape 😭 (1/2)

as much as id love to take credit for the "rose bud" + "ripening fruit growing into its own" symbolism, that was all unintentional 😭

my choice for theming pitaya over... pitayas, was because they are a pink fruit (although a bit more reddy-pink than pitayas (character) magenta), and naming/theming a troll over a food is very easy to make a coherent design while still feeling troll-y, to the point i have to stop myself from naming every troll oc after some sort of food! (also i like drawing food and drinks, especially desserts and ones with fun colours. sue me 🙄) "pitaya" sounds more like a name than "dragon fruit", so i went with pitaya. making pitaya is also how i found out that pitaya and dragon fruits are just two genus of the same fruit, and not completely separate as i had (somehow) been under the impression of beforehand. every days a school day! pitaya has green accents in her design, again because of real life pitayas/dragon fruits, but also because two of her grandparents ALSO have green in their designs

(although as it is i think chardonnay looks too much like guy diamond, and since there is ZERO relation thats a really bad thing so im gonna give her a fresher coat of paint eventually. the green was supposed to represent the grapes, but "white+grey+green" is kind of guy diamonds exact colour scheme. maybe more of a golden colour for the wine itself?), so its a recessive trait, kind of like curly hair (related: i kind of regret not giving pitaya textured hair like angie, i think shed look adorable with it, but i went with a more leaf-esque super stylised hairstyle. maybe when shes older she can get a less leafy hairstyle? but that might also imply she was straightening her hair as a toddler and thats so sad 😭 neither gia or angie would do that to her. hair CAN get curlier as you age if you have both curly and straight hair genes (which pitaya has) but id worry about it implying the worst...)

(ignore how she has no glitter in the reference image, that is the doll i use for colourpicking her palette and i havent drawn her a lot recently 😬)

with rosé, theres even less symbolism there. rosé is not based off the flower at all, and in fact the reason i really tried to name her something OTHER than "rosé" was bc it just looks like shes named after the flower, and theres already several trolls in various official trolls instalments named rose! (maybe i could have gone with rosado or rosato and made her hispanic or italian... live and learn! i like having the é anyway, theres not a lot of characters whos names have accents, its one of the reasons i really liked lírio d'água's new name!)

(rose from crazy party forest (rip) and rose from trollstopia)

rosé is specifically rosé, named after the wine, bc shes introduced as a teenager so it makes you think of underage drinking which fits with her delinquent attitude, but rosé specifically being a nice wine still communicates her being a rich kid in a fancy school, especially with her being a sparkling wine (glitter troll). she has nothing to do with flowers at all, if her hair resembles a rose bud its completely coincidental: it is the typical troll silhouette but messier with a lot more strays and flyaways to show her rebellious attitude, and a little curl in the fringe for cuteness (+ to make the hairline more interesting. love a good fringe). but it representing her never getting her shit together and growing up IS good... however, no spoilers, but there is a point where she gets her shit together and... well, she doesnt grow up, per se, she remains a maladjusted womanchild forever, but shes one capable of taking responsibility for her actions. for better or for worse!

[lindyloosims]

Chapter One, Part Two:

This recent behaviour of his puzzled Dex just as much as it did Ash, he had no clue why he hadn't gone down there and offered to help. He had no idea why he chose to stay out of sight and watch the clumsy girl who tripped over the old saggy box and landed on top of it, spilling it's contents all over the lobby. What he did know was that after they'd got all their things inside the flat, Dexter was inspired to play his keyboard and write a new song...something he hadn't done since he broke up with Rosalie!

With all of their bags and boxes inside, the girls took a moving in photo of each other and intended to hang it on the wall as a reminder that they started happy and must continue to be exactly that no matter what happened...happy!

When the doorbell rang for the first time, Roxy frowned and stifled a yawn, "Nope, not going! It's all yours Miss 'I want to be a super duper uber chef girly!'"

"Gee thanks FRIEND!" Lainie laughed and went to answer the door...

...stood outside was a young woman around their age. She had brown hair with blonde streaks and her outfit was...loud was the only way Lainie could describe it. When she spoke, Lainie knew she was a bit eccentric, "Hi there new person! I'm Charlotte, Charlotte Kennedy! I live over there up on the landing with all the plants and the cats that use the elevator! I came to say...well...hello!"

"Hi, I'm Lainie! Nice to meet you!"

"Welcome to the building Lainie! Is that short for Elaine?"

"No, it's not it's...!" Charlotte cut her off, not even waiting to find out what it was short for,

"Oh, strange ha! What's in a name except letters and funny pronunciations!" She chuckled to herself.

Lainie found this girl, Charlotte, odd to say the least! She was very colourful and extremely pretty but totally off her rocker! "Have you met the boys from number twelve yet?" she raised an eyebrow at Lainie and stared intently at her.

"N-no I haven't, not yet!" 

"Well a word of warning, they are very noisy boys! They're in a band together and they practice a lot! I'm next door in number 11 and I hear EVERYTHING! Mrs Ubercutes has a terrible time trying to sleep! She's my older cat!"

"Oh!"

"So if there's anything you need, just come on up the stairs over there and give me a knock. I work at the cat shelter down the road three days a week but apart from that I'm always in!"

"Thanks, it was really nice to meet you Charlotte." As Charlotte smiled vacantly at Lainie she tried to go back into the flat and batter Roxy for hiding inside and leaving her alone. But part of her found Charlotte Kennedy to be a sweetheart who only wanted a friend. She got the impression that she only had her cats to talk to, which was sad as she was so kind and caring! "I'll stop by and see you some time, me and Roxy!"

"Oh, I never get visitors, it would be really lovely! We can have tea and biscuits and talk about the weather! How wonderful!" Yes this poor cat lady was just lonely, what harm could it do to visit her now and again?

Since spotting the cute clumsy girl an hour before, Dexter's creative juices were flowing! Not only had he penned a song, he had also begun to sketch a picture of something other than a piece of fruit! Ash came breezing into the flat as Dex continued to draw and Drew was dozing on the couch, he slept a lot. "Hey hey boys! We're going out!" Ash announced and kicked the side of the couch to wake Drew.

"Andrew???"

"He's asleep Ashton?" Dex's voice came from behind the kitchen unit.

"You don't say Sherlock!" Ash replied sarcastically, "DREW WAKE UP!!!"

Drew was not too pleased to be disturbed, "What the hey elder Maloney!"

"We're going to go and say hi to the new girls downstairs!"

"Are we now? For why oh fearless leadless?" Drew yawned and smirked at Ash.

"Because Dexter has a crush on one of the girls and it'll be fun!"

Drew instantly stood up and said "I'm in!"

"I'm not going! You can't make me!" Dexter pouted and whined like a four year old.

"If you don't then Drew here will tell them all about you...HIS version!"

"Hehe ohhhh yeah!" Drew laughed and Dex got up rather swiftly from the floor...

"I will observe from the landing!"

"What is wrong with you? You and our bannister are getting pretty friendly lately!" Ash gave his usually flirty and confident younger brother a puzzled look.

"I don't think this is very funny dear brother!" Dex continued to pout and refused to look at either Ash or Drew.

"Aw Dex! You just turn on your charm and she'll be putty in your hands like all the others! This is just what you need to get over Rowena!"

"Rosalie!"

"Whatever, come on!"

"They're probably out!" Dex tried to reverse back up the stairs but his brother grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.

"We just have to be polite and introduce ourselves! Simple as that!"

"I have stuff to do!" Dex once again tried to go back upstairs...

"Seriously what IS wrong with you Dexter??? Drew! Go ring the bell!"

"Why me?" Drew sighed and gave Ash a dirty look.

"Fine, I'll go ring the bell then!" Ash muttered and headed for the girls' door.

As the doorbell rang for a second time that day, Lainie wasn't letting Roxy away with it this time, "Okay we both go Brownie's honour?"

"Brownie's honour! Wait! That's a peace sign!" Roxy chuckled and gave Lainie a mocked disapproving look.

"So? Let's go torment the neighbours!" Lainie replied with a bigger laugh.

The noisy boys! That's what came to Lainie's mind when she saw the three tattooed males standing outside her door. Roxy mumbled her approval in the shape of "Hubba hubba!" as Lainie elbowed her to be quiet.

The one in the middle spoke first, rather nervously, like he hadn't spoken to a woman in a while bless him. "Hi! I'm Ashton Maloney, this is Andrew Mitchell..." he gestured to his right hand side, and then to his left...

"And this...is my brother Dexter!" the young man on his left was looking straight at Lainie, when she caught his eye he looked away blushing. He seemed rather bashful, and ever so cute!

"I'm Lainie Robertson and this is my best friend Roxy Harmon."

"It's nice to meet you girls, isn't it Dexter???" Ash gritted his teeth and nodded his head towards Lainie as the shy one, Dexter, shuffled forward...

"Hello!" Lainie said softly and smiled.

"H-hi!" he managed to reply.

Dexter could hardly find the words, his mouth was dry and his palms were sweating. He felt hot all over and his legs were turning to jelly where he stood...

...Lainie was mesmerised by him, he wasn't her type but she was under his spell. She didn't go for pretty boys, and he was ever so pretty for a boy! Despite the facial hair and the tattoos, he was a beautiful looking man!

Time stood almost still, every move and sound they made happened in slow motion. His hand reaching out and hers responding...

...so slowly and shakily, funny...he didn't seem the type to be shy and lost for words...

...he tried to speak, his eyes fixed on hers, but nothing came out. He had the most bewitching blue eyes, not like hers, they were almost turquoise! So bright and full of passion and creativity... 

...Dexter was transfixed! She had the cutest freckles and the most adorable nose! Their hands were inches apart but taking an age to actually...

...touch! As he felt her fingers entwine in his, it felt like his heart had stopped! And he would never be the same again!!!

End of Chapter Two.

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[byoldervine]

Are you an artist? If you are, can you share some art of your characters from Byoldervine?

I would LOVE to

Gonna show everything in the order it was designed and go nuts rambling about it because I can. Just note that none of these are finished designs and are very much still concepts rather than what I’m sticking with

It all started with Kennedy; she’s always been the one I had the most specific mental image of. She’s only been getting a couple tweaks here and there, so there isn’t a huge lot to say. My requirements for her were medieval fantasy vibes, a sleeveless waistcoat, some level of green and her three brooches on her lapel

I moved on to Sy next for a number of reasons; first, I know exactly how I want Sy’s hair to go, so that was helpful, but mainly I didn’t know which of the main five to pick, so I used Sy as an exercise instead. Sy is the kind of character who would be the only one to change their wardrobe in a cartoon. They do their own fashion design, so I’d have to work on my (lack of) sense of style, but Sy is also non-binary, and I’m very much unused to designing non-binary characters and their outfits, especially ones that fit the theme of fantastical royalty

I’ve been quite set on the trousers for a while, which is why I kept reusing them, but I’m sure that in future I’ll try dress designs with Sy as well. In an older design somewhere on my laptop Sy wore trousers like those and also had their designer signature up one leg in a sort of loopy golden embroidery or something like that? Can’t remember where but I’ve seen that done somewhere else and it looked like just a pretty design and I loved it

Top-wise I’m trying to figure out Sy’s style still, I don’t wanna make it too masc or femme but realistically Sy could go either way depending on whatever outfit they feel like. I think red would suit them well, both to go with their hair and to emphasise their royal status. Pretty settled on red being Sy’s favourite colour

But yeah Sy is just my experimentation character to have fun designing rather than attempting to settle on anything specific

Enigma came next, and for the first design I tried to follow what I wrote like years ago about what I wanted her to look like - and quickly realised she needed an update. Persephone is pretty athletic and energetic, she loves gymnastics and parkour and stuff, so I wanted Enigma in something practical that would allow for flexibility and a range of movement. The poofy trousers ended up being a lot cuter than I expected, I actually love them now, and to add an extra pop of colour I added that red thing going down from her belt (I have no idea what it’s called but I love it. And the torso? Absolutely amazing, adore it. I found a reference on Pinterest that I copied and it came out so much nicer than I expected. I think everything is so much more well-balanced now

The requirements I had for Enigma are her lower face mask, her hooded cloak that splits around the small of her back, the dark greys and other dark colours, her utility belt and a necklace similar to Katara’s from ATLA with the seal of Nexus on it (you can see it in the first one but the other ones have it hidden beneath her mask and hood)

Angelus is an interesting one because he has two hero looks; he has the altered Guardian armour that he wears initially to go to stop the breaches from Paracosm - which I’m not even gonna attempt to draw, that’s a job for Hero Forge - and then the slightly more casual look he has while travelling through Paracosm. I didn’t have a major idea of how I wanted this to look, so I experimented a little. And I’ll admit that at first I was kinda reluctant to draw a mostly white outfit since that would mean I’d have to colour the template

Until now, Angelus didn’t actually have his own style since he was always wearing Guardian armour, so it was fun to experiment with giving him new colours. I loved how the coral and blue worked together, but ultimately the coral clashed with the gold and I had to prioritise his main accent colour. In the end I went back to the white and gold, and leaned into the armour idea again because I feel it just suits him

The thing about Angelus is that he’s a very showy person who tries his hardest to be grand and ethereal and… well, angelic. But at the same time, giving him a cape or cloak to billow dramatically behind him would impede his wings when he lets them out, so I settled with long flowy sleeves and the flowy train coming down from his belt. I think it created a nice compromise between style and practicality